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Almost instantaneously, the noble had diverted his attention away from Arthur to the young redhead blithely lobbing apples and dinner utensils into the water. He asked, no, demanded to know what she was doing. In contrast to her cross, jittery attitude as she was trapped between two oaken trees, Hazel blithely answered in a manner that was almost polite, “Checking for witches,” The noble gaped at her, flabbergasted. “Good thing too, there seem to be a lot of them here. Not to worry though, some of the stuff just sank so you’re probably mostly safe.” She then expressed surprise at his inquiry. After all, it was the way to test for witches wasn’t it?
A man less prone to anger would’ve seen the irony of the misconception, perhaps even called for his peers to go after the tossed items instead of shouting at the top of his lungs and demanding immediate compensation with interest for Hazel’s careless blunder. Not that you could tell by listening to him as all his threats, commands and lamentations melded together into an incomprehensible torrent of thunderous unpleasantness. No one seemed to know how to react to the deafening gibberish. Even the mob was robbed of its bloodlust as they slowly began to back away from their furious would-be leader. All save Hazel who after enduing two full minutes of the man’s incensed gibberish, wiped a speck of his propelled saliva off her face and promptly kicked him into the river.
Of course, he did give Hazel a firm talking to about respecting the property of others afterwards and compensating the villagers for their lost belongings put a strain of the all ready worn royal coffers. But it was the ideal outcome for matters of this sort; with no one hurt and a smile on his face once all was said and done. This wolf business seemed to be going that way. The people’s minds were eased with the knowledge that it had all been a hoax that had spun out of control. Given time, the talk of it would die down completely and no more attention would be paid to it.
Then a seven-foot wolf walking on two legs tried to break into a laundress’s home in broad daylight, in plain sight for nearly a dozen men and women to witness the violent attempted invasion. The beast bounded into the forest, leaving as quickly as it had arrived, but the damage was done. What might have been ruse had become reality. There was a monster living amongst the trees and no one in or near them was safe.
Search parties were sent out, guards posted at the edge of hamlets that bordered the woods but nothing came of it. Arthur even put up a reward, the amount of which being technically more than he could afford) for the wolf’s capture to little avail. He was at a loss as to what could be done until Merlin casually suggested that he try finding the wolf himself. Which would’ve been fine by him if he knew the territory. Though he had gone into the forest a number of times he didn’t really know his way around it and that was a must if he was going to go after something that probably knew it like the back of its hand...or paw as it were. And so with every other hunter and tracker refusing on the grounds that hunting a beast that large and fast alone was tantamount to suicide, he turned to Hazel, a former denizen of those dark timberlands. She agreed, reluctantly and with much protestation and locking of doors, but she agreed to guide him on one condition.
And now here he was, trying to pull his companion, decked out in a full suit of armor, from a breach of trees she was far too bulky to fit through, as she was dressed.
“I still don’t understand why you have to do this.” She grunted as he continued to pull. “Couldn’t you just send more of your shoulders to find it?”
“Soldiers, Hazel, soldiers.” Arthur replied, trying to get a better grip on her armor. “And no, I think the reason none of them have caught it is that large groups make too much noise and take a while to get mobilized.” He explained as his search for a decent handhold continued in vain. “I thought one or two people would stand a better chance at catching up to it but I’m starting to have second thoughts.”
“Does that mean we’re turning back?” Hazel asked, her eagerness amplified and words distorted by her much too large helmet.
At that, Arthur ceased his efforts at pulling her free. “Hazel, this is getting ridiculous. We’re not going anywhere while you’re wearing that.”
“Just use Excalibird to cut the trees away so I can get through.” She tried to point at the sword by his side, but couldn’t get any farther than his stomach with her crimped limbs.
“Excalibur, Hazel,” Arthur corrected. He looked to the legendary blade sheathed at his side. When he had, against his better judgment, decided to bring with them on this quest in case the extraordinary wolf was resistant to ordinary swords. He never dreamed he’d be using it for this though. “Maybe I should just cut you out of that armor instead.”
“No-no-no-no-no! You promised, Arthur!” Futile attempts to wag her finger at him were made, which only caused her oversized gauntlets to shake.
“You can hardly move!”
“That’s because I’m stuck!” she panted. “I can move just fine otherwise.”
Arthur sighed. As he made ready to pull Excalibur from its scabbard, a thought came to mind. Just a small thought, laughably simple and yet… “I guess it couldn’t hurt.”
“What wouldn’t hurt?” Hazel asked, a bit worried at seeing Arthur’s hand fall away from Excalibur’s hilt.
Without a word, Arthur stepped directly in front of Hazel and put his hands on her breastplate. She would have blushed if he hadn’t given her a strong shove shortly afterwards, sending her toppling from her wooden prison and landing hard on her steel-covered back. “OW!” she yelped.
“Sorry.” She heard Arthur say from outside her vision. Within moments he was hovering over her, his expression an absurd mixture of amused and penitent. “I guess it did end up hurting a bit.” He apologized as he stretched out his hand.
Hazel took the outstretched hand in her clunky metal one and tried to get herself vertical as best as she could. Arthur did what he could to pull her to her feet. By some miracle, Hazel managed to get upright and the search continued.
Well that's all I've got so far, I've got part 2 nearly done but I thought I'd give a sample. So yeah, say what you enjoyed, what needs improvement and thanks for reading.
On another note, Animoose (aka Richard Suh) will be hosting a table in the Los Angeles Comikaze convention next saturday on the 15th. Be sure to drop in and say hello if you're in the area.
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